FSE

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Commission for HRRB

The cha-ching of a cash register echoed all over as a dove couple paid their bill and left. The diner was a place straight out of a noir flick: cracked walls with the coat of white paint turning yellow with age, seats lined with red synthetic leather, dimmed incandescent light bulbs, a flickering neon sign by the glass door displaying the diner's name, and the smell of grease coming from the kitchen window. Not exactly the classiest place, but it was enough for anyone needing a quick meal to fill the belly with.

A slender, white-furred mouse waiter dressed in black looked behind a pillar to a table in the far right corner. Over there, three furs were chatting over waffles. All the mouse could see from where he stood was the wide back of the muscular black crow. The crow came with two other furs, a blue quail and a green wolf. Their gym shorts and tank tops implied they were either planning to go to a gym later or just came from one. The mouse looked away and leaned back against the cement structure, deciding that he would not be reminding the bunch to tip when the bill came.

Steve was the largest of the trio and twice the size and musculature of an ordinary crow. His bulky power lifter's build was wide enough that it looked like he needed two seats to support his mass. He was laughing heartily at his own joke while banging his right fist on the table, the unfinished pieces of waffles jumping from their plates with each bang.

Across the crow was Marty, the blue quail with a thick black pompadour shaped plume. He had a quizzical expression on his face trying to understand the joke. To his left was Zen, the young green wolf who was busy moving his legs, trying to balance between not letting them stick out on the walkway and not bumping against the crow's thick yellow calves. The fact that the wolf had waffle crumbs scattered all over his body, along with drops of honey sticking to his white chest fur, was good enough to say that he was a messy eater. The two were smaller than the crow in terms of body build, but their muscles were still large nonetheless, in addition to being more defined.

"Ok, ok. Now that you have heard my master plan that got you two in the shower together earlier, why not share how you two met in the first place?" Steve asked.

Zen and Marty were surprised by the question. They looked at each other and quickly turned away blushing. "It's nothing special, but I'd say that fate really wanted us to meet up." Marty replied with a radiating smile.

Zen could feel his cheeks warm up from the quail's words. Marty roughed up Zen's head then said, "Well, since someone here is tongue tied, I'll start. It was 3 years ago when..."

It was the month of March and a heavy rain spell continued to blanket the city of Bridge Stone day in and day out. For most furs the relentless rain would dampen their moods; no chance to go out, clothes wouldn't dry and every fur would be spreading the flu to one another. Still, for others the rain had an opposite effect and brought out the hunter within them. One such hunter dwelled underground in a secret office beneath Skye Industries, a construction company whose headquarters towered over all other buildings in the city.

The sounds of someone's heavy footsteps pacing back and forth could be heard through the glass door. It separated the office of the CEO from where Marty's desk was located. Dressed in a plain light blue long-sleeved shirt and dark blue pants, Marty was busy going through the documents sprawled over his glass table. His arms moved rigidly as the XL shirt clung tightly against his body. The quail had made steady gains from going to the gym, but due to his tight schedule he could not find the time to get new clothes. Compared to today, Marty was eleven pounds lighter back then last time he checked himself, but many from the company still admired his well sculptured body, be it female or male. He was often mentioned in coffee room chatter, most commenting about how his dress shirt could rip out at any moment because of being stretched, or how round and full his pecs were.

For the past two hours, he had been sitting there listening to the sound of his boss walking back and forth, coupled with the occasional chatter about business affairs. Marty had been recruited by Leo Skye, owner and CEO, just two years ago and had become familiar with his boss's mannerisms. Whenever the big snake was pacing about, it meant he was trying to close a deal with a client. Compiling the papers on his desk, Marty tucked them underneath his right armpit and entered his boss's office.

As usual, the first thing Marty saw was the wide portrait of the entire city hanging behind Leo's black tanker desk. Other than that, there was very little inside that underground office: a revolving chair, and an old-fashioned telephone on top of the desk. The office was extremely plain, but that was what Leo wanted. As a snake, his instincts always drew him to the earth. And the room also served a security purpose, as the office in the highest floor was a decoy set up in case there was any attempt made on the snake's life. It was a drastic plan, but one necessary for a snake with many enemies that wanted his head.

In the far left of the room was Leo talking into his phone. Marty was big, but the snake was massive in comparison. His lime green head decorated with light orange spots was just two feet away from brushing against the ceiling. His wide back was made wider by the black blazer he wore. He turned to face Marty with a wink, but was still preoccupied on the phone. The white shirt underneath his unbuttoned blazer did little to cover his protruding pecs and rock hard six-pack. Like Marty, Leo often wore tight fitting clothes, but while the quail does it unwillingly, Leo intentionally wore tight clothes to show off his body.

"Mayor Donaven, I assure you your re-election campaign will go on smoothly. Letting us build that new casino in that run down park is not only beneficial to us but to the city as well," Leo said as he leaned against his desk, "Let those tree huggers protest away all they want. If they want trees, well we're ready to plant some new ones around the casino area. No harm, no fuss."

Marty dropped the documents to Leo's right. The quail noticed Leo's thigh was twitching through his dark blue pants. He stared at it then pulled back with a disinterested glare at his boss, him noticing that the cobra was flexing his thick thighs just to tease him. Marty stood with arms crossed, waiting for his boss to finish his phone call.

"Mmhmm, yup. Good, glad to hear that you see it my way now Mayor. Till next time," Marty said. The cobra placed the phone on the table and turned his attention to his bodyguard. Suddenly Leo threw his arms into the air with such force that the arms of his shirt and blazers ripped apart. "Wooo! Another deal sealed. I'm on a roll Marty. Check me out!"

"Woah woah, that suit is brand new. Do you always have to do that when you close a deal?" Marty asked with an annoyed tone.

"I can't help it. I just feel so pumped lately. Bring on the next client!" Leo said.

"There are no more clients. The mayor was the last fur you had to deal with, and the other departments are running smoothly so you're free," Marty replied.

The cobra's hairless right eyebrow arched upwards to give him a perplexed expression. "What? Come on, I'm on a roll here. There has to be something I can do?" Leo looked at Marty with pleading eyes, which was quickly disregarded by the bird.

"Nope, nothing. That's why I think it's time you go on a vacation. I checked your schedule last year and you haven't taken a day off at all," Marty said as he grabbed one of the documents he brought in earlier, "Here is a good place. A ski lodge in Mt. Ipes."

"Why would I go to somewhere freezing cold? The cold puts me to sleep!"

"Because this place is known for its reptile rooms, you'll feel right at home. Besides, this is me doing my job as your bodyguard, keeping you alive," Marty rebutted.

Leo grumbled something indistinguishable under his breath. "Fine, but if I have to take this vacation, you will too." Leo walked over to the door. "And don't you dare make me ski."

"Of course not," Marty said, smiling as his boss left the room. Though a menacing presence at work, the snake and the quail had become good friends, and Leo knew that Marty always looked out for him in anything the bird did.

A week later, the two were jetting off to their winter getaway. No fur could recognize the cobra entrepreneur as he was covered from head to toe in dark green winter wear. Only his piercing golden eyes were visible. Marty was more relaxed with his attire, choosing to wear a thick sweater and pants with white long johns underneath his clothes. They arrived in the ski lodge around three in the afternoon. The registration process into the lodge was made more difficult with his boss constantly trying to flirt with the female antelope receptionist. The receptionist was so distracted by Leo, she ended up answering her phone only after the fourth time it rang.

After signing in, the quail led his boss up to the presidential suite. Along the way, Leo spoke to Marty, "There better be something fun to do here. I'm falling asleep already."

"That's normal, but they said these specialized reptile rooms have a range of recreational tools inside, and you can watch basically any movie or show on their TV," Marty replied.

"Anything? Sweet! That will give me some time to marathon the whole Love Gambit series."

"I'm sure they'll have it. I'll make some cocoa for you while you watch."

Leo then pulled Marty by his right shoulder. "Oh no, I can do that myself. You my dear bird bodyguard can go relax in the snow," the cobra said.

"What? But it's my job to keep you safe."

"You know more than well that I can take care of myself. And I saw your records. So this vacation is for both of us. Go out there and have some fun. You'll just be thinking about work near me."

"But-"

"No buts, if you really are that desperate to work, consider this a recon job. See if there is something here our company can build. Now hand me the key card." Leo extended his left hand to Marty who begrudgingly pulled the room key from his pocket and handed it over.

Leo smiled with glee as he waved goodbye to his bodyguard before closing the door.

"I was bloody frustrated at that point. I planned everything out and in one second. Well there was no point in feeling mad so I grabbed my camera and headed up," Marty said.

"Woo, someone's a rebel," Steve said.

"What? Anyways I got to use the washroom. Zen, take over for me will ya'? Tell him how you got to the mountain yourself." Marty excused himself from his seat as Zen nodded.

"Ooh nice. Finally the dirty bits," Steve said while rubbing his palms together with a dirty expression on his face.

"Not really," Zen said. "Ok the next part is a bit confusing so bear with me. I went to Mt. Ipes to..."

There was only one ski lodge at the base of Mt. Ipes. It was a place of luxury and comfort, many furs flocked to its snowy fields to ski and take in the majesty of this snow-capped winter wonderland. A ski lift was built to take skiers up to the majestic snowy slopes for them to try out their skills.

Two months ago, Zen arrived at Mt. Ipes with his reluctant fly friend Melvin. The moment they arrived at the line to the ski lift, all eyes were on them. Rarely did the residents of the snowy area encounter an invertebrate much less one so large in stature. True enough, Melvin's species were usually slim and small, but he had dedicated his life to bodybuilding from a young age. Beneath his winter clothes was a tough bulky exoskeleton and muscles so thick that they could take a punch and he would feel nothing. However, Martin's greatest pride was his steel hard eight pack abs and jackhammer-sized thighs that he had long worked to grow. Despite his powerful presence, other furs can't help but feel relaxed near him. Some say it's because of his red hypnotic eyes or the bouncing yellow orbs on the tip of the antennae on his head. Others say it's because of the beautiful translucent pair of wings that extend out of his shoulders. Either way Melvin's presence was always welcomed.

However, most of the attention fell on his canine companion. Zen stood tall at seven feet and was twice as massive in musculature as Melvin. His whole upper body was on show to the world as all he wore was a brown scarf on his neck and a pair of jeans that looked like they were struggling to hold on against his massive thighs. The furs behind him couldn't see past his broad green back. One of the bear cubs even tried tracing in the air every groove and bump on the colossal wolf.

The two brown bunny girls in front of them were giggling to each other and trying their not to look like they were looking at Zen. Yet, his sensitive wolf ears overheard their whispers which went along the lines of, "Come on ask him. Ask him if you could take a pic of you resting your head on his chest. His one pec looks big enough for both of us to sleep on."

"No, that's embarrassing. Look back I think he heard us," the bunny girl on the left said.

Zen blushed from the girl's compliments but pretended not to hear. That day was the first and last that many saw the two. On occasion, one of the two would come down to gather supplies but not much else. They spent most of their time on the top of the ski hill renovating a rundown hut and woodshed that stood side by side. The two structures were located a short walk away to the left of the ski lift. It was said that more tourists came by to the ski lodge just to get a chance to look at the two muscular furs work up in the hills.

After two months of painstaking labor, the hut and woodshed was replaced by a cozy single story cabin. Mostly built from wood, the building looked like a gingerbread house that came to life. The cottage took up the entire length of the hut and woodshed combined. Everything about the little house was new; the floors were lined with wood, new heating units were installed along with a fireplace, and compared to the days of old, there was actually electricity throughout the cabin. The living room also served as the dining room, bedroom, and kitchen at the same time as they didn't have the time or resources to purchase furniture. All they had was a kettle and some pots and pans in one corner, with a stove and a fake rug carpet in front of the fireplace. Mart and Martin usually took turns on who gets to sleep on the carpet and the sleeping bag. Hidden from public view was the garden in the back of the cabin.

On that day, just as Marty was lining up for the ski lift, Zen was busy attending to his garden. Little flowers with different colors on every petal grew in four straight lines arranged side by side. The big green wolf dressed in his blue overalls was happy that all his effort to cultivate the rare plant was turning out well. Crouching down he examined each flower in detail.

The door behind him then swung open and Martin came out in the same winter clothes he arrived in on the first day. "Brr, just looking at you gives me chills. Put some clothes on," Martin said as he rubbed his elbows.

Zen just chuckled and smiled, "I don't really feel the cold. Guess my fur's too thick."

"Yea your fur, butt, arms, chest, and legs. Just what part of you did that flower not thicken up?" Marvin stepped closer to the flower bed and bent down to look closer at the colorful flowers. His antennae twitched back when Zen's paw moved close to pat the ground around the flower he was looking at.

"Well I did take two flowers this time to manage all the heavy lifting we did. Oh, and thanks for helping out I knew you weren't too keen about freezing your ass off here for two months," Zen said.

The fly beat his chest with his right hand and replied, "I do what I can, you're lucky you know someone who knows how to install a heating unit and generator. Anyways, while you have fun with your plants I'll head down to the lodge. Probably grab a cup of coffee, and watch whatever's on the TV there."

Zen nodded. As he watched his friend wave goodbye pass the fence Zen looked up and noted the snow falling heavily. It was both beautiful and haunting as the wolf thought, "Blizzard's coming."

After tending to his plants, Zen retreated to the warmth of the fireplace with a freshly made cup of cocoa. Just as he was getting comfortable lying on the soft fur rug, a knock came from the main door. Strange, he thought. He crawled towards the window to the right of the door and peeked upwards only to be surprised to see a blue quail he never met before standing at his doorstep. A jolt of fear traveled up Zen's spine. Throughout the weeks up in the cabin with Martin, the fly had been filling Zen with stories of how secret organizations or profit hungering furs would do anything to get their hands on the rare breed of flowers he had. The wolf tried to ignore the knocking on the door hoping that the quail would go away, but whoever the bird was he was not giving up easily.

Finally deciding that hiding won't remove the stranger's presence, Zen took out the beanie he kept in his pocket and put it on. The beanie was big enough that it shrouded part of his eyes. He also wrapped the scarf closer to his muzzle to conceal the rest of his face.

Steadying his nerves Zen opened the door and with a gruff voice said, "What do you want?"

The quail was startled by the imposing muscle wolf who took up the entire doorway, clutching his camera in one hand Marty replied, "H-hello. Marty- I'm Marty. Hi. I was just looking around snapping pictures for my collection when I saw your place. I was wondering if it's ok for me to take a pic of it from behind your fence."

"No. Now go away," Zen replied. The wolf quickly slammed the door behind the bird and waited to see him leave from behind the window. In his heart, Zen felt bad because he never liked to treat other furs badly. A big part of him regretted his choice and hoped the visitor would be ok outside. From what he saw the quail was walking further up the hill.

In less than an hour the winds began to pick up. The cabin windows started to shake and frost began to form, obscuring the view to the outside. There was no time for Zen to change out of his clothes. He dug up some newspapers left around the cabin for such a moment and started covering the cracks underneath the back door and other windows. A frightening thought then flashed in Zen's mind: what if the quail didn't make it back down in time? He had to check or his conscience would never have peace. To his surprise the moment he opened his front door the quail was standing there with his right hand out ready to get his attention.

"Can I come in now... please?" the quail asked. He was shaking intensely. His sorrowful eyes begged Zen for help.

The wolf couldn't say no at this point. Zen hurried the quail in and sealed off the rest of the house with newspaper. Once everything was prepared, Zen walked over and sat next to the quail facing the fireplace. He looked down at his smaller guest and was glad that the bird had stopped shaking. Zen then draped his meaty left arm over the quail and pulled him close to him. Marty looked up at the wolf with a confused expression.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm just keep us warm so we don't get hypothermic," Zen said in his disguised voice while trying to avoid Marty's gaze.

The quail didn't say anything and just rested his head against Zen's left breast. Silence filled the room as the two just stared into the burning embers dancing and crackling in the fireplace.

"Um...Marty was it?" Zen asked. "Sorry about earlier. It was a matter of security."

"Heh, I know what that feels like," Marty replied.

"How?"

"Let's just say it's my job to keep employers safe. So, you know, paranoia sets in eventually."

The two smiled at each other and returned to silence, but it felt better now. From the corner of his eye Zen took in the details of Marty's face. His pompadour stood out the most, but it went well his friendly face.

"Hey, just wanted to check. You didn't hurt yourself while you were out there did you?" Zen asked.

"Well, I did fall twice but I don't feel like any part of me is hurt," Marty answered.

"I better check. In this cold you could be numb to the pain, but if left untreated we'll have worse problems than this blizzard. Just take off your jacket for a while, the room is warm enough to keep you safe from the cold."

Marty followed the wolf's commands, since he sounded like he knew what he was doing. Taking the winter coat off, Marty sat on the rug with only his long johns covering his upper half. Zen blushed at the sight of the bird's body. His muscles bulged through the thin fabric. He wanted to see the bird flex and with it, hoping that the long john would rip away with every motion.

"Should I take this off too?" Marty asked, oblivious to Zen's blushing.

"N-no. You don't have to. I'll just..." Zen slid his warm right hand up Marty's long john. "Is this ok?"

Marty's cheeks started to turn red. "Yeah. It's ok. Go ahead."

Zen's paw slowly rose up along the bird's abs. A soft gasp escaped the wolf's lips. He had never been so close with another male before. The bird's feathers were surprisingly short and warm to the touch. His fingers traced up one then two then four rows of abs. His heart raced at the touch of the deep grooves between each single bump. Slowly, his hand rose higher and found the hefty pair of smooth pec muscles, causing Marty to moan heavily.

"Sorry, I'll stop!" Zen said while pulling his hand back.

Marty then placed his free left hand on Zen's. "No, it's ok. Keep looking."

They were locked into each other's eyes. They knew what they were doing yet they didn't want to stop. Zen continued to massage the bird's chest. Marty's pecs felt soft and meaty, and were too wide to even fit in his enlarged hand. Then Marty flexed his chest with a cocky grin.

"Wow!" Zen thought. The wolf then moved over to Marty's thick shoulders and along his powerful arms. Zen was so close to the quail that his abs was just inches away from the quail's beak. So engrossed the canine was, that he yelped when he felt the warm brush of Marty's tongue against his abs.

The fur on the wolf's back stood on end and his tail wagged excitedly. He wanted his muscle to be kissed and licked more. From Marty's arms, Zen brought both hands down along the bird's back. Pressing his own body against Marty's face, Zen was practically smooshing the bird against himself.

Down below the quail continued to dig deep into Zen's abs with his tongue, lapping and kissing it. His hands reached out and explored Zen's wide back, rubbing and groping any part of his muscular back he could grab onto. Together their gasps and pants filled the room.

"I'm done," Zen panted, "Your upper body is fine."

"Just fine?" Marty teased.

Zen chuckled, "It's hot and fine."

"What about my legs?" Marty proceeded to remove his pants. A very obvious bulge stood out inside his long johns but Zen pretended not to notice. Zen stepped back on his knees, and looked down at the wolf. The fireplace gave the outline of his body an orange aura that added to his powerful stature.

Zen rushed in between Marty's legs like he was in heat. He licked and nibbled onto the vascular thighs. It tasted of meat and feathers on his tongue. Zen took his time to tease the bird, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to the bird's hips, just inches away from brushing against the third leg between his thighs only to retreat back to rub the bird's meaty leg.

The bird was enjoying himself so much that he didn't want it to end. Sadly, it did. Zen pulled back and smiled sheepishly. "There, all done you are perfectly fine," he said.

"Oh...ok thanks. You sure you don't want to check any further?" Marty asked, opening his legs in a suggestive manner.

All he got in reply was a chuckle and the sweetest words he ever heard. "You're nice Marty but I won't do that. You're such a nice bird. I think there's more to you than just your body. And if I could I would like to know that part more if we were to do it."

Marty didn't say anything for a few seconds before replying, "Sure, thanks for everything." The two then cuddled together and talked more about themselves. Eventually they fell asleep with Marty resting his head on Zen's wide arm.

"Aww, you're like a cute high school couple from those romance flicks," Steve said as he grabbed a toothpick from the side of the table.

Zen blushed and rubbed the back of his head.

"So you're saying he doesn't know till now that that wolf was you all this time?" Steve asked.

Zen nodded.

"Ha, how dense can coach be?" Steve asked.

Marty then reappeared on the scene. His face was one of a fur defeated.

"What happened to you? You've been in there for nearly half an hour," Zen asked.

"I... There was only one working stall among the two and I was waiting for it for twenty minutes. That was until I realized nobody was in it. The door just took a little effort to open," Marty replied.

The hulking crow burst into a fit of laughter that attracted the attention of the waiter again, but he dared not approach.

"Laugh it up you meathead. Move over Zen." Marty took Zen's place at the edge of the seat, "So where are we in the origin story? Did Zen tell you how I bumped into him?"

"Oh no, not yet. He was sharing what he was doing there in the first place," Steve said.

"What?" Marty tilted his head. "What are you, writing a book?"

The wolf gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. "Hey, if you can tell a long story so can I."

"Ok, ok. Well, I spent a night with a tall, dark, handsome wolf but the next day he was gone. Zen here came through the door dressed like he brought the whole winter wear shop with him and escorted me back to the ski lift. I left my card to Zen to give to the guy, but he never contacted me," Marty said.

Steve nodded. Then Zen continued, "And it so happened that I saw that this guy's office was near where I was going to start my new job, and from then on it was the adventures of Marty and Zen." The wolf ended his sentence with two thumbs up.

"I do wonder though, how is your friend doing?" Marty asked Zen.

Zen stared at Marty a while. The quail looked back cocking his head with a quizzical expression. The wolf finally replied, "He's doing great. In fact he says his life kept getting better after meeting you, and he would never have traded that day for anything else."

The quail smiled, "I'm glad he's doing well.

Together the three enjoy another hour trading stories and laughter before finally heading back home after Steve messed with the nervous waiter to get a discount. Zen and Marty held hands on their way to Zen's house and shared a lover's kiss before saying goodbye.

As he watched his loving partner heading home Zen thought, "I really need to explain that first meeting to him on our next date."

The End.